Zhao Changhe thought that now the situation in Gusu is chaotic, and the Tang family is also in a mess. The Tang family's relatives and nephews are too busy to come over. He himself is still injured and hasn't fully recovered. It seems that there is really nothing to do.

He wanted to chat with Sisi, but it's not appropriate to directly ask her about the situation of the Ancient Spirit Clan. Everyone is keeping secrets, and it's awkward. It seems that it's better to stay in the room and tell stories.

This can be considered a rare moment of rest since he crossed over. The pace has been too fast in the past half year. Looking back, he is really exhausted.

Seeing that Zhao Changhe agreed, Sisi was very happy and ran away happily.

When she appeared again, she changed into a maid's outfit. She was completely covered up, not revealing her waist anymore.

Then she happily pulled him to sit by the tea table and took out some bottles and jars like treasures: "This disguise is actually nothing special. It is a special material made from a secret formula. When applied to the face, it looks exactly like real human skin! If you become proficient, you can create different skin colors. It is the foundation for impersonating others. If you don't want to impersonate others, you can use it to cover scars. Once you learn the formula, you're done."

Zhao Changhe leaned over and looked: "It doesn't smell like anything. Is the raw material easy to find?"

"It's not easy to find, but with the Tang family backing you up, are you afraid of this? You can get as much as you want." Sisi sniffed and suddenly put away the things, flipping her delicate hand: "Give me some money."

Zhao Changhe: "?"

Sisi said straightforwardly: "I'm out of money. You've put silver tickets in front of me several times. Do you know how hard it is for me not to take them away?"

Zhao Changhe smiled helplessly: "Are you asking for money as a kept woman or as a maid?"

Sisi's eyes flickered, and she said in a charming voice: "Now I have to explain my identity to the Tang family. Is it okay if I really become your maid? But this maid is a bit expensive..."

Zhao Changhe took out a thousand liang silver ticket and handed it over: "Is ten days enough?"

Sisi snatched the silver ticket and grumbled: "Only ten days... You deducted three days before."

Zhao Changhe couldn't help but laugh: "Hey, do you know that you have really become my maid now? Don't you have any self-respect?"

"What's wrong with being a maid? Besides being able to flirt with the master, what else can I do?"

"...I think you have forgotten some painful memories?"

Sisi raised her head stubbornly: "I don't remember! Alright, let's continue talking about disguises. Do you just want to change your appearance and not be recognized, making it convenient for secret activities? Or do you want to learn to the extent of transforming into someone else with makeup?"

"I don't want to live with someone else's face. I'm just... " Facing Sisi's quickly becoming dangerous gaze, Zhao Changhe hurriedly corrected himself: "Uh, no, very smart, very smart..."

Sisi glared at him angrily, and Zhao Changhe surrendered.

Sisi snorted: "Transforming into someone else is the highest achievement of disguise. It's not just about makeup skills, but also involves character portrayal. It's an art, not inferior to martial arts! Who's the fool now?"

Zhao Changhe laughed and said, "I understand why you stole from the Thieves' Guild and Ye Wuzong didn't get angry. I think you are the true inheritor of his legacy, not Ji Chengkong. Ji Chengkong obviously doesn't have your passion."

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Sisi was stunned, her eyes showing a hint of hesitation, and after a while, she said, "So that's why you don't like him?"

Zhao Changhe said lightly, "I just feel that no one has the right to make me impersonate them."

"... " Sisi pursed her lips and didn't bother to argue with him. People and knives both think they are domineering. Sisi felt that there was no way to describe it, but unfortunately she didn't know the term "chuunibyou".

"Okay, okay, I just need to conceal my facial features. Then you can give me the recipe for the ingredients. Shouldn't we continue with the story now?"

"... Alright." Zhao Changhe also found it funny that in the situation where the story was exchanged for the disguise formula, this guy prioritized the story over the knife intent. It was truly foolish.

Both of them had a correct understanding of each other.

Sisi couldn't hear his meaning and was extremely happy when he agreed. She busily boiled water and made tea, her eyes watery as she stared at him, waiting for him to start telling the story.

Zhao Changhe found her appearance quite amusing. She looked like a naive girl who had never seen the world... It's true, how big of a territory and how many people could the Ancient Spirit Clan have? They probably have calluses in their ears from hearing the stories of the ancient gods and demons passed down through the generations. They don't have the rich and colorful human culture of the present world, let alone the secular world.

"This story starts with a person surnamed Duan..." Zhao Changhe didn't plan to tell the whole story. It would be too long. He intended to briefly mention the story of Duan Yu.

But Sisi attached more importance to Duan Yu's story than he had imagined: "The Duan family of Dali, it is recorded in the historical annals."

Zhao Changhe was stunned for a moment, and then remembered that the historical annals included Yao, Shun, Yu, Qinghe, Cui Langya, and Wang. There are also various poems and articles that have been widely circulated. He didn't know what kind of strange historical mix it was, but having the Duan family in it was not surprising.

Sisi muttered to herself in a low voice, "That place... is where we used to..."

Halfway through, she seemed to realize something and stopped. Zhao Changhe, however, understood. The Ancient Spirit Clan might be the descendants of the southwestern Miao people from the previous era, practicing Gu refinement...

This time, Duan Yu's story was unexpectedly replaced by Sisi's stronger involvement. Zhao Changhe's plan to skip it reluctantly had to be put away, and he had to tell the story from the beginning.

This was troublesome. It took until noon to reach the part where Jiumozhi captured Duan Yu and took him to Yanziwu.Zhao Changhe found that the more he spoke, the better his memory seemed to become. He had read the original "Tianlong" many years ago, and in recent years, he had read more fan fiction, especially those with a bit of color... He should have forgotten most of the specific plot, but the more he spoke, the smoother it became, and all kinds of details that should have been forgotten naturally popped out of his mind.

Sisi listened very seriously.

Only when he mentioned that Duan Yu refused to learn his family's martial arts and ran away, did her eyes narrow slightly. After that, she showed no other expressions, quietly making tea for him to moisten his throat, not uttering a word from beginning to end.

Even when the maid A Zhu, who could disguise herself, appeared, Sisi's expression did not change at all. Zhao Changhe wondered if she was distracted and couldn't help but ask, "Hey, are you listening?"

"I'm listening."

"It's hard to tell a story without someone playing along..."

Sisi smiled slightly, "This story is very good, as long as you don't always fantasize about the aphrodisiac in the dungeon..."

"That's not my fantasy."

"You suspect my origin, and you actually went to the trouble of making up such a story. Your literary talent is really amazing." Sisi's smile became more mocking, "But I have to say, you did guess a lot of things right."

Zhao Changhe was dumbfounded, "What are you talking about?"

"Duan Yu is me, A Zhu is me, and Jiumo Zhi who steals martial arts from various families is also me. Isn't it tiring for you to hint at this so hard?"

"What?"

"Do you still want me to kowtow a thousand times before I can learn your various strengths, immortal brother? You really have no shame."

Zhao Changhe's eyes widened.

Thank goodness you didn't interrupt while I was telling the story. Otherwise, could this story continue? You've made me forget what the original story was like, I can't go back...

"Hey, Murong Fu hasn't appeared yet, and the various side renderings have already portrayed him as extraordinary and outstanding in martial arts. Is this your Tang Buqi in your heart? Or is it Tang Wanzhuang?"

"Stop, if you go on like this, you're going to get the Tang family killed. The Murong family are rebels." Zhao Changhe was almost in tears, "Can I stop telling this story, I was wrong, I'll teach you knife skills, I'll teach you knife skills."

"No need to kowtow a thousand times?"

"No need, really no need..."

"Hee..." Sisi whispered in his ear, "Immortal brother..."

Zhao Changhe just wanted to buy a block of tofu and hit himself to death.

But then he heard Tang Wanzhuang's voice from outside the window, "What's the name of this story, Master Zhao?"

Zhao Changhe composed himself, "Tianlong Babu."

"This is a Buddhist term, Asura is one of these eight parts... If it corresponds to a person in the story, who is Asura? Is this Asura bloodthirsty?"

Zhao Changhe covered his face.

Tang Wanzhuang continued, "That prince who mingles in the jianghu, he has quite a few beauties, and most of them are quite wicked, are they really all his sisters?"

Can you and Sisi fight to determine who Duan Yu is?

Can you guys stop diverging? I've completely forgotten the original story because of your messing around.

Sure enough, Sisi was not happy, she stood up with her hands on her hips, "We are master and servant telling a story, does the dignified head have nothing to do, listening outside the corner!"

Tang Wanzhuang laughed lightly, "It's noon, Wanzhuang has set up a feast in her own courtyard, inviting Master Zhao for a chat, there are important matters to discuss. This girl, your immortal brother, I'll borrow him for an hour."

(End of this chapter)